Vampire Boyfriend: Aurelien (complete)

As a way to keep his family’s ancestral lands, your father promised one of your sisters to the strange man who owned most of the town. You are his youngest, small of frame and timid in nature, and you hope the man will see you as no match for a bride.

The deal is set, and the man leaves his instructions with your father. You and your sisters are to stand outside the house just after sunset, with your heads down and your hands folded in front of you, and a small bag containing your most beloved items beside you. Then he will choose one of you to take as his bride.

The night is bitter cold and damp as you stand outside the house. The lanterns flicker and go out, casting everything in darkness. You breathe in the cold and exhale a white cloud you can barely see. You start to shiver, not just from the cold but from the fear. You have heard so many rumors about this man, and all of them have been growing since your father made the deal. 

He lives in a massive estate near the edge of the woods, and his house is guarded all through the day. At night there are barely any lights visible inside - only the small flickers of a single candle can be seen from within. It is said he is raving mad and has killed people, using his immense wealth to sustain his freedom. You have heard he would take wives only to keep them for a year, before killing them as well.

You hear a carriage approaching and you keep your head tucked low, letting your long black hair cover your head and face. You tremble as the carriage pulls up, and then you hear footsteps and the carriage door opening.

Someone steps down from the carriage, and you hear an indignant sniff. “I know you looked.” The voice sounds like the cold wind itself cutting through your skin. “Go back inside. You are no longer worth my time.”

You hear one of your sisters hurriedly leave, fleeing inside and slamming the door shut. Then the man walks along the row of you and your sisters. His steps are slow, and as he approaches you see the glimmer of the moonlight on his shoes. He comes up to one of your elder sisters and opens up her packed bag. Going through it, he tosses it aside and commands her to go inside as well.

The sister beside you scoffs, and the man snarls under his breath. “You raised your head. Go away!” Your sister screams, leaving her bag behind as she races inside. 

The man then strides up to you, and you keep your head down. You barely see his hand as he reaches for your bag. He goes through it, then hands it to his driver. Then you feel a warm cloak draped around you, and the man pulls the hood over your head.

“You followed the rules to the letter. Now, keep yourself calm as we go home.” He takes your hands from where they lie buried in your skirt, and leads you to the carriage, helping you inside.

You sit down, shaking harder. You bury your face in your hands, crying as the man takes his seat.

“I understand you will miss your family.” The man speaks to you as the carriage leaves your home. “But your new home is welcoming and excited to have you.”

“I’m sorry I’m crying,” you sob.

“Don’t be,” he scoffs. “Do not apologize because of your emotions, let alone that you are showing them.” He sighs as he leans back in his seat. “No doubt you will cry for a while. You seem the tender type.”

You can’t see through the shadows. When light passes through the cracks of the curtains, you catch glimpses of his wine-colored clothing and silver cane. 

“Who are you?” Your voice cracks.

“Aurélien,” he answers. “Your husband, your darling, whatever you wish to call me. You are my bride, my treasure, mine.”

“What will you do to me?” you manage to ask through your sobbing.

“Worry not about the future,” Aurélien says calmly. “It will come, and when it does I’ll be holding your hand through it.”

You hang your head as you cry into your palms again.

“It isn’t me you should be afraid of, nor should you shed a tear for me. You will come to love me in time, I promise.” He reaches out and pets the top of your head. “We are together now. That is what matters.”

When the carriage pulls up to your new home, Aurélien helps you down. It is still too dark to see anything, even as you step inside.

“You will sleep,” Aurélien tells you. “You need the rest. Wake in your own time, and when you do, there will be gifts waiting for you.”

He holds your hand as he guides you down a dark hallway. A candle is lit by a door, but it goes out as you come close. Aurélien opens the door for you and leads you inside. 

“Sleep well, my bride. I shall see you again soon.” 

As he closes the door, a candle ignites near the bed. The bedclothes are all dark blue, and there is a soft, silken nightgown laid out. You don’t undress right away. Instead you take the candle to look around the room. Everything has the feeling of evening over the ocean - calm, cool, and endlessly dark. The dark blue of the bed blends into the dusky purple of the carpets, which bleeds into the rose color of the walls. There is a wardrobe and writing desk, all made of cold marble and wood. As you come to the window you can see the glass is fogged over, and a coldness seeps in that leaves an ache in your bones.

You return to the bed, lying down fully clothed as you cry into the pillows. You fall asleep atop the blankets, drifting into a slumber that gives you no dreams to comfort you. Thankfully, it gives you no nightmares either.

You wake up, and the room is still dark. Looking towards the window, you see the curtains are drawn tight, not letting in a fraction of sunlight. As you rise, two women come into the room. Both are extremely pale, and look almost like identical porcelain dolls, with the same red corkscrew curls and dark brown eyes. One pushes a cart with your meal on it, while the other goes directly to the wardrobe.

The first girl brings you to the table, where she heaps your plate with food and pours you tea. The second pulls clothes from the wardrobe, laying them on the bed and standing aside to wait for you when you finish eating.

“Who are you?” you ask them. 

The one feeding you puts her finger across her lips and shakes her head.

“Can you not speak?” you ask in horror. “Does he make you silent?”

They both shake their heads.

You stare in confusion. You are barely able to peck at your food, although the first one makes you eat a good portion. After you’re done, the second helps you undress, and then helps you into a cream-colored gown. The collar is high and flutters around your throat, but then is a dips sharply at your chest to show off your full breasts and the curve between them.

They both style your hair, brushing it out and then pinning it up in soft curls framing your face. They paint your lips red, and after giving you a hard, silent look, they lead you out of your room.

You follow them into a room with a high ceiling, where the tall windows are completely covered by dark red curtains. Towards the back, you can catch the gleam of the golden pipes of an organ. The chandelier above you is lit, but the light is still dim. The two girls excuse themselves, leaving you in the middle of the black marble floor and closing the door behind them.

You stand there, afraid and unsure. You fidget with your hands, and then the organ begins to play. You scream at its booming tone, and when you look you cannot find anyone playing it. The music swirls around you, enveloping you and twisting you around. You feel sick to your stomach but as you turn to look at the doors, you see someone standing there.

He’s tall with willowy limbs, dressed in deep red clothing with accents of gold. He steps forward, coming into the dim light. His features are sharp, with hollow cheeks, a thin nose, and catlike eyes. His lips are shapely, with a highly accented cupid’s bow. The corners of his mouth, though, seemed to stretch farther than they should. 

His hair is cut neatly, stopping just before his shoulders and it gleaming platinum in the light. His skin is remarkably pale, just like the girls from before. He stands before you, gazing down your body.

Then he bows low at the waist, folding his arm across it. “I hope your first night was pleasant.”

“I-” You are so taken aback that your voice stops in your throat. You had expected some ugly old man to come to you. This man is beautiful, in a sort of strange angelic way. He looks younger than you expected, but still, he is much older than you.

He rises, taking your hand and kissing it. “Such warm skin,” he whispers. “So soft, and sweet.” He turns your hand, smelling your wrist. “I slept well knowing I made the right choice.”

Your stomach turns itself into knots. You bow your head again, averting your gaze from Aurélien. His long fingers slip under your jaw, and you realize each finger has three joints rather than two.

“You may look at me now, my bride.” His strange fingers brush along your jawline until his palm is cupped around your cheek. “Look at me, and only me.”

“You’re so-” your voice warbles, “tall.”

Aurélien smirks, then starts to laugh. “Do you prefer someone shorter? I’m afraid I cannot cut off my legs to make you happy, my dear.”

You hurriedly shake your head. “No, no,” you gasp, “I would never ask for such a thing!” You tremble, worried you have insulted him.

Aurélien bites his bottom lip. “You really are a timid creature.” He takes a curl of your hair and kisses it. “I am only teasing you.”

You look back up at him, still shaking in fear. 

“I know the rumors about me,” Aurélien replies coldly. “They call me a killer, a madman, many horrible and wrong things. I would sooner hurt a fly than you, and should I ever hurt you, it will be the death of me.”

You try to swallow, but the lump in your throat is painful. 

“How may I assuage your fears?” he asks. “Before we are to be wed, I wish to learn at least how to coax a smile from your lips.” He steps around you. “Is it jewels you like?” His voice has become more sultry than before. “Perhaps furs?” Aurélien continues to circle you. “No. You are not the type.” He stops behind you, and his fingers brush against the nape of your neck. “Such a beautiful neck you have.” He pushes down your collar. “I cannot be certain, but I would be willing to stake my fortunes that every inch of you is beautiful.”

Your heart skips a beat.

His fingers brush against your neck again. “I saw that,” he whispers close. “That lovely flutter of excitement.” His moan is quiet as he leans close to you. “I think I know what you want now.”

You turn your head to look at him. 

“My beautiful bride,” Aurélien purrs. “I will treat you like the princess you are. From now on, you will be spoiled and pampered, but you will forever be mine.”

Rather than scare you, his words excite you in the strangest way. 

“Now,” Aurélien takes your hand and turns you to face him. “There are rules you must abide by here. Ones I command that you must follow.”

“Of course.” Your voice is faint and barely there. 

“You are not allowed to open any curtain before sunset.” Aurélien holds your hand as he starts to walk with you. “And they must all be closed again before sunrise.” You takes you into a dark hallway, where the candles are lit along the walls. 

“Why must it stay so dark?” you ask timidly.

“You will learn in time.” Aurélien looks down at you. “For now, just know these rules.” 

He takes you into the dining hall, where the table has already been set. He pulls your chair out for you, then pours you a goblet of wine. You wait to eat, watching him sit down before an empty plate. Aurélien catches your eyes, and waves his hand at you. “Go on, enjoy your supper.”

You glance from your meal to him. “Aren’t you going to eat anything?”  

A soft smile spreads across his face. “I will. Do not worry about me, my pet. Leave the worrying to me from now on.”

You take a sip of the wine, finding it a bit too bitter for your taste. You set the goblet down and start to eat. You had been too nervous to enjoy the food that morning, but now you are able to savor how good it all is. You’ve never eaten such rich foods at home.

“Is it to your liking?” Aurélien asks.

You nod. “It’s very good. I’m not used to such food, though.” 

“And the wine?”

You hold your tongue, afraid that speaking ill of his offering would offend him. You glance down as your cheeks start to burn.

Aurélien chuckles. “Do you not like it? You can tell me.”

You shake your head silently.

“Too dark?” He takes your goblet and puts it off to one side. “I should have known you would prefer things sweet.” He pours you a new glass full of a pale colored drink. “Try this. See if it suits your palate more.”

You take the glass, brushing your fingers against his. It tastes like nectar and peaches, but it still has a hint of bitterness. Still, you enjoy it much more than the other wine.

“Better?” Aurélien chuckles.

You smile shyly. “Much better.”

“Ah-ha.” He sighs dreamily. “There it is. My first smile.”

You smile grows bigger, and you tuck your chin down as his gaze becomes something more than before. “Do you drink it too?”

“I will,” he says. “Enjoy yours, first.”

You take another gulp, licking your lips as you gaze into his shimmering eyes. “Are you going to eat me?” you ask breathlessly, both terrified and excited to hear the answer.

Aurélien bows his head and chuckles. Then he lifts his eyes back to yours as a dark smile spreads across his face, showing off the sharp teeth behind his lips. “If you allow me to, my pet.” His voice is that sultry purr again.

“Would you mind if I ask how?” The question is not one you would usually ask, but something about Aurélien has you feeling brave.

“I’d rather show than tell.” He tilts his head to one side. 

Your heart is hammering fast. How has he pulled such excitement from you in one night? You bow your head as your cheeks begin to burn again.

After you eat and have another drink of wine, Aurélien takes you to his bedroom. You wonder if this is going to be your wedding night as you sit upon his bed. His room is all in dark reds and rich purples, making you feel like you’re in the heart of a pomegranate.

Aurélien removes his coat and rolls up his sleeves, undoes the buttons of his shirt, and moves aside his collar. His pale skin is almost like snow, cold and pure white. As he approaches you he undoes your collar and smoothes his hands along your throat. He slips his fingertips along the curve of your breasts as a breathless smile comes to his face.

His lips then brush against your cheek, and his cold breath makes you shiver. “Are you scared of me?” 

“Yes,” you confess.

His hand is around your throat again. “Do I excite you?”

“Yes.” You bite your bottom lip at the answer.

“Good.” Aurélien pushes you down onto the bed, moving on top of you. “May I have a taste, then?”

His tongue presses against your skin and your body begins to tremble. “Yes,” you say again, this time in a moan.

The wetness of his tongue is joined by the sharpness of his mouth. His teeth sink into your skin, and you cry out for a moment. You feel a hot, coursing pulse as his whole mouth wraps around your neck. Your eyes roll back and your fingers claw down his back.

You wake up, naked and tucked under the sheets. You stretch along the bed, feeling Aurélien’s cool body near you. He’s still clothed, but blood stains the corners of his mouth, which cut too far back and down his chin and chest. You ease closer to him, licking the corners of his mouth.

Aurélien stirs and tilts his head as you lick him. Your tongue darts over his lips before he pulls you in for a kiss. “You’re such a good girl,” he moans. “And you tasted like heaven.”

“You liked it?” you whisper.

Aurélienou pushes you back down onto the bed, moving the blankets away so he can stare at your naked form. You are petite, but your breasts have always been heavy. They indolently roll sideways as you lie on your back, and the nipples have become painfully erect.

“Had I thought otherwise, you would not be here.” His long blood-red tongue slips from his mouth, and he licks between your breasts down to your belly. He kisses you there, and descends to nuzzle your thighs. His silky hair brushes your skin, and you let out a pitiful little cry.

Aurélien’s chuckle rises from below. He lifts up and removes his bloodstained shirt. “You need to rest, my pet. I’m afraid I ate too much last night.”

You touch your neck, feeling sore, but the bite has already healed. “You could have taken more.”

“But then I wouldn’t have you, and I have waited far too long for that.” He covers you back up, tucking you into bed. “Now that my belly is full, I have work to do.” He kisses you again. “I will see you soon. For now, stay in bed; you’ll be fetched for supper.”

He strips naked, then puts on new clothes before leaving. You snuggle into his bed, happily melting away under the covers.

That evening, dinner goes much as it did the night before. Aurélien watches you eat and pours you more of that nectar-like wine. Then he takes you to bed, but this time, he does not eat.

“Aren’t you hungry?” you ask him as he changes into his nightclothes.

“I do not have to feast like most,” he answers. “And I will not drink from you again until you have recovered from my last meal.” He kisses you, pushing you back down into bed. “But if you wish me to eat something-” A dark smile crosses his face. “Then perhaps, I should try a delicacy.” He grabs your hips, pulling up your nightgown. He exposes your bare belly, then spreads your thighs open.

“What are you doing?” you gasp.

His red tongue darts across his lips. “For such thin stems, you have such a plump flower.” His longer fingers slide up along your thighs and brush against your mound.

You squeak, then still your nervous voice for a moment. His whole palm cups you, kneading you gently as he gazes into your eyes.

“Should I take my hand away and return to bed, my pet?” Aurélien whispers.

You feel ashamed, but you want him to continue.

His hand moves. “Perhaps we should stop.”

You give him a pleading look, unable to voice your wishes, but still able to beg with your expression. Aurélien’s smile is knowing. His hand moves back into place, and his fingers push inside your mound. They sink into you, finding you wet and warm.

“You’re still my good girl, even if you want something so dirty,” he snarls. “You’ve gotten so wet and excited for me. I thought it would take me ages to earn this.” His fingers sink deeper, going into the most intimate part of you.

You let out a pitiful cry, squirming as his long fingers coax out more of your own nectar. You bite down on your bottom lip, shivering all over as his fingers start to move. He pulls them out, opening you up.

“You’re making me want to behave very badly,” Aurélien snarls. “But you asked me if I was hungry.” He kneels on the bed between your knees. “And now I am starving.” He lifts your hips as he eases down. His head rests between your thighs as his hair spills along your belly. He kisses your skin, gently biting as he grows closer. His tongue pushes between your folds, and you whimper with expectation. 

Aurélien snarls, his tongue pushing deeper until it is inside you. The bridge of his nose rubs against the sensitive bud above your lips. His mouth parts wider, stretching out beyond his jaws and opening up fully. You whimper in fear, but mostly from pleasure. Gasping for breath, you throw your head back. His long tongue pulses inside you while his fingers rub the sensitive bud. You cry out again, gasping for breath as your whole body spasms.

The eyes that look up to you through the shadows are Aurélien’s, and yet they belong to an animal as well. Your voice escapes, loud and clear as a heat rolls through your body like a flame. Your back arches upwards and your feet dig hard into the bed. You scream, nearly pulling at your own hair.

Collapsing onto the bed, Aurélien then pulls away from you. He moans, keeping himself between your thighs. “What a naughty creature you’ve turned out to be.”

“I’m sorry,” you mewl.

“I know you are.” His fingers press against your lips. “And I will forgive you.” With his free hand he undoes the laces of his pants. His cock lays against your belly, and your excitement grows further. “Are you going to give me a proper apology, my pet?”

His thumb presses against your tongue and you nod your head. You give him that pleading look again, begging him.

Aurélien’s expression is tormented, but he smiles. “That’s my good girl. Suck my thumb, good girl,” he growls. He thrusts against your belly while you roll your tongue around his thumb and pucker your lips around it. 

The snarls that escape his throat are dangerous, like an animal about to make its kill. His cock moves into place, and he watches as it disappears inside you. His eyes roll back, going pure white as he moans out loud, his jaw becoming unhinged.

You cry out, muffled by his thumb. It is your wedding night, or at least it feels this way. His cock is buried deep inside you, and his slack jaw turns up in a dark grin.

“You have such a naughty little slit, my pet.” He grinds himself into you. “How can my good girl be this perverse?” He begins to move his hips, pulling out and shoving back inside. “Do you like having my cock inside you?”

Your tongue presses against his thumb as you moan a reply.

Aurélien’s lip curls and he hisses. “You sweet little tart,” he groans as his hips begin to move faster. “You disguised yourself well for me.”

You bite down on his thumb as he starts to move harder inside you. It feels too good, too overpowering. You cry out, and his fingers pinch your tongue.

“You innocent-looking minx,” he growls. “Keep that facade.” He bears down upon you, pressing his naked body against yours. He pushes your nightgown up, groping your breasts with his free hand. “But for me, I want you to be bare, I want you to be my slobbering little harlot.”

You whimper and whine, sucking on his fingers.

“Is that what you want?” he snarls. “My good girl?”

You nod, and he pulls away his fingers. “Please, make me dirty.”

“Ah, a please,” he growls. He licks his red tongue across his sharp teeth. “You want my cock harder then, my sweet?” He gives you a sharp jab deep, deep inside, and your cry out. “You want me to fill you with more?”

You’ve lost your voice again. He’s moving so rough, so hard. Everything feels good to you, even the brush of the sheets against your skin. Aurélien bites your breast, his sharp teeth tugging at your nipple. Your back arches again and you grab hold of his arms, digging your fingers into his skin. Aurélien lets out a roar, a dark and dangerous sound that only makes you want more. Inside he throbs, spilling his seed and giving you what you wanted.

Aurélien pants and snarls, grinning wickedly as he looks down at you. “My pet, my harlot, my love.” He dips down, kissing you. “Are you happy now?”

You feel so weak but so wonderful. You sloppily kiss him as a smile spreads across your face. “As long as I am yours.”

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up you are a blushing mess from your vivid dream. It takes you a moment to realize it was not a dream at all, and instead, a wonderful reality.

Sitting up, Aurélien comes into the room, dressed in his usual attire and a smug, satisfied smirk. “I was worried you would never wake.” He sits by you on the bed. “You turned me into an animal last night.”

Your cheeks burn bright. “I’m sorry,” you coo.

“You’re doing it again,” he whispers. He places a kiss on your cheek. “You apologized last night. Too much, in fact,” he teases. “I am taking too much from you. You’ll never recover.”

“I don’t mind.” You place your palm on his thigh.

“I do.” Aurélien kisses your forehead and moves your hand to his chest. “I would hate for you to get weak and ill because of my appetites.”

You meet his kiss, sighing softly as he pulls away. “It was fun, though.”

“Wasn’t it?” He smirks. “I’ve prepared a bath for you, relax and enjoy yourself today. When I come back, I’ll make sure you have a big supper.”

“Where are you going?” you ask.

“I owe your father a payment. Now that you are mine, that is.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

“No one else can touch me,” you reply. “I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

Aurélien presses his lips to your ear. “That’s my good girl.”